Warframe Magnus Novels & Stories

"This is over at this moment!" Magnus looked back, his gaze icy and strategic. Xander, you have missed the deadline. The actual game has started already. Prior to Xander's reaction, Magnus triggered a tool on his wrist, causing the pathway to collapse and blocking his exit. Xander was left standing amidst the destruction, overwhelmed by frustration and anger. He reunited with his team, their triumph overshadowed by the fact that Magnus had escaped from them once more. They had inflicted damage on his activities, however, the battle was not yet finished.

Yet suddenly, like a beacon of hope to all, a warm yellow light, so strong and bright that one would mistake its presence to be the sun, shined in the midst of the blind chaos of war. It glowed unrelentingly and unforgivingly, chasing the shadows into oblivion and turning gathered demons into dust. And facing the full brunt of the magnificence, in the middle of the short-paused war, was Magnus. He stumbled on nothing as he hurriedly stepped away from the harsh light, his own bright eyes blinded by the sheer force. His cloak of black and blood red magic swirled around him in a tornado of speed, crackling in the air like tittering birds, to cover him from the assault.

Magnus said with a grimace, “Issue an order that Sirius will replace Hannah’s position. Send him to Lilyrose with firearms. He must bring back the Nether Viper Sword and Kaze. “Times have changed. We can’t just fight with our fists now. “No one can outrun bullets.” “Yes, sir.” Yves took off. With Yves gone, Magnus’ chilling demeanor vanished. He stumbled back and slumped into a chair. His gaze fell on Kaze’s scroll on the desk. The words seemed to have magic to draw his attention. “Ugh!” Magnus spat out blood, splattering a red trail right before him. “That’s impossible. How could the bastard be so strong?”

Magnus wanted that power so he could go back and take what he felt was rightfully his! It didn’t take long for him to find out that he simply had to go to the warrior barracks to receive the power. When he arrived, he was surprised to find warriors with gleaming red eyes. The rogues were standing in queues waiting to be scratched by the red-eyed warriors, which apparently was how they shared their power. Magnus decided that he would take the chance. It didn’t seem as if the rogues were that much different from the way they were before they were scratched. He reached the front of the line and received his scratch, but as soon as it was done, Magnus realized what a huge mistake he had made.

“He looks like he could barely handle a newborn wolf, let alone you.” What are you doing? Cole linked me. I am going to get him to challenge me, I replied, smirking at the man. “And I mean if we are going to continue standing here with sticks up our asses, you may as well introduce yourself,” I shrugged. He glared at me, “My name is Magnus. I’m 736 years old.” I yawned, “Okay, so what exactly can we help you with since the Alpha isn’t here and you are boring me to sleep.”

"This man killed my unborn child. Eye for an eye! Bring me your firstborn." "Alpha Magnus," I started, as Adira made her way through the crowd, holding a little girl. Both wore flower crowns. She stared at Magnus. We all did. A man in his late twenties stands tall, drawing everyone’s attention. His long, jet-black hair falls past his shoulders, framing a chiseled, stern face. His golden eyes are intense and almost otherworldly, giving him a mysterious air. He has broad shoulders and a strong, athletic build, making him look imposing. Intricate tattoos wind across his arms and peek above his collar, hinting at stories beneath. His expression is serious, and his sharp features rarely show emot

Rex muttered to himself, rolling his shoulders, ‘Marcia, thank you, pull your forces back’. ‘This man holds the rank of commander. You are a sound fighter, but this man has trained his whole life to fight and lead, I do not think this plan is a wise use of your talents, kill the necromancers and run,’ Fafnir growled. “A fight to the death Magnus,” the large man bellowed, placing his hand on the pommel of the large sword strapped to his hip, his other hand curled into a fist beating his chest. “Of course,” Rex replied, with a nod and smile, as the blackguard commander drew his large sword, the hiss of steel against leather sounding out loudly, they stood there for a long few seconds staring a

He was getting tired at the confused looks and the worried looks his companions constantly gave him. ‘Remember, information is power’ Fafnir warned. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Rex knew what he meant so decided that he would share a part of his story. “As you both know, I am a Magnus, and with being a Magnus, I can sometimes use the power of a dragon to aid me in combat. The reason why I seem like I zone out, is because he talks to me inside my head, it can get very distracting at times. But as you have both also seen, the strain of my body also becomes too much the more I use.”

Magnus roared and lunged for my shoulders, "You fucking bitch! I tried playing nice, but you keep forcing my hand. Dad made it clear that if you're not back by today, you're dead to all of us." Before I could strike back, a mechanized voice rang inside my head. [Quick Quest Unlocked: Let Magnus Blanc get a taste of free fall. Reward: 51% of Lumos Entreprise's stocks.] Lumos was the largest business empire in the city. Gabriel's company barely qualified as a warm-up act beside that juggernaut. I grabbed Magnus by the arm and flipped him over my shoulder. It took almost no effort. Magnus was the type who lived behind a computer screen, a basement-dwelling nerd with the physique of a couch pota

But Magnus and Seraphina had fought valiantly, leading their warriors with unyielding determination. The war had escalated quickly that night. Kael’s father, Alpha Magnus, had led the defense with his beta, Garren, and gamma, Tiber. “Form a line! Protect the women and children!” Magnus commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. Wolves shifted mid-run, their snarls mixing with the rogues' howls. “Alpha, they’re coming from the east!” Garren, Magnus’s beta, shouted through the mindlink, his gray fur matted with blood as he tore into a rogue’s throat.